I'm in Love with Judas

You walk through the portal, amazed but disgusted by the seedy city Gwen and Miles brought you to for your belated 23rd birthday. You looked around, everything was grimey but had a "sexy charm" to it all. Behind you three, Hobie came out, letting out a small whistle in response to the city, never seeing it before either.

"How... charming," Hobie said observing a drunken Spider-man piss on a lightpole. You cringe at the sight.

"Hey we promise it's worth it come on!" Gwen said as you all sped walked following her. She lead everyone to a dark club with neon light signs, the biggest one reading "The Sexy Spider". She opened the door for everyone, and as you walk in the club is filled with several variants of Mary Jane, Gwen Stacy, Black Cat and even a few Spider-men. The ambiance was nice and dark, the bass rumbling as a slowed remix of Lady Gaga songs played, you could get used to this. Miles looks around nervously.

"All these other Gwens dont bother you?" He asked her confused.

"Nah, I'm into the self-cest."

The quad laughs at her quip and head to the bar, all of them ordering 2 rounds of shots. Hobie raises one up and looks at you with a grin, his smiley piercing peaking out.

"To Reader! My man!"

They all whoop and laugh, downing their shots. As we all converse, I hear jeering and booing. I whip my head around to see what's going on and my eyes widen. A tall, muscular man with tanned skin walks onto the stage in nothing but a black jockstrap and thigh high spandex boots, resembling a spider suit of sorts. He has a strip of white in his hair and a stoic expression. The other three look at him with me gawking, luckily we are far enough to where he can't see us.

"Ain't no way the geezer is working here 5 years later!"

"Who is that?"

The three of them exchange looks, but Gwen is the one to speak up.

"Miguel O'hara, he was in charge of the Spider Society, he almost killed Miles remember we told you all about that?"

"Ohhh yeah yeah."

"Still doesn't make sense he is still here years later, I mean come on does this really pay well?" Miles sneered.

Hobie starts to ramble about something, probably how sex work is taking a crap on the establisment and it's actually admireable he even stayed here this long, you don't care anymore. Your eyes are focused on Miguel, his body curving around the pole, legs stretched seductively around it. Money is thrown at him equally as jeers and boos. His body moves beautifully, but comes across as robotic, his expressionless gaunt face to match.

"Beautiful...' you mutter.

You heard teasing snickering behind you. Hobie, Miles and Gwen were laughing at you. You felt embarrassed.

"What??"

"You really want a lapdance from that old man!" Hobie started laughing harder, getting glares from the bartenders.

"What's the big deal? I'm in a strip club and I can't look?" You try to reply cooly before looking back at Miguel.

You watched as he danced on the stage, all the audience members continuing to cheering and jeering on his actions. You couldn't take your eyes off him. Something about his stoic body movement mesmerized you. And then he was done, walking offstage and being paid by the club patrons. You felt the urge to walk over to him, talk to him. You wanted to know what his life was like now, how he felt being an ostracized Spider-Man. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from him. You fiddle with the several hundred dollars of birthday money in your pocket, before impulsively flagging down the house manager. A Black Cat with black hair and piercing green eyes skips up to you.

"What do you need hun?"

"Does he do private dances?" you point to Miguel.

Her eyes mischeiviously light up, it has been a while since he got private dance requests. She nods eagerly.

"Of course sweetheart! He charges $150 for 20 minutes, but its so worth it~" she almost purrs.

The other three look at you in shock at your ballsy move, how could such a short guy handle all... that? Miles is about to speak up when Hobie kicks him hard under the table, shutting his ass up instantly. You hand her the money, that she slips in a colorcoded moneypouch on her belt, marked in blue and red.

"Just head on over and I'll send him in, he can be... intimidating but don't worry! He knows how to give a good time, he's very experienced."

You feel like youre gonna regret this as you get up, quickly finishing up a shot before following her to the room. You hear Hobie say something else cackling but you can't focus on that, nothing but your heart beating through your chest, feeling it do backflips off beat as the bass of the music reverberates in your ribs. Everything blurs together before finally, you focus on the door Black Cat leads you to. A black door with a bright, almost glowing neon red spider embelm opens up and she leads you in.

"Have fuuuun~" she teases before closing it.

You look around the room, it's very spacious with red, black and blue decor. A large neon sign was above the dark blue velvet sofa, an elaborate Spider matching the embelm. You sit down on the sofa, rubbing your hands on the soft velvet to self soothe the anticipation anxiety. It isn't long before the door slowly opens to reveal Miguel, towering in the doorway, almost hitting his head. He comes inside, this time covered up more in a dark blue halter top and tight spandex shorts, gently closing the door. With a stoic almost dead look in his eyes, it makes you pity him. He walks in front of you, his body almost intimidating in its sheer presence. His muscular bulk filling the room. He looks down at you, his face still blank, waiting for you to make the first move. You can't help but stare at his body, how the lights perfectly capture, you barely notice the cigarette hanging from his lips. He puts it out in a ashtray before finally speaking up, his voice low and commanding.

"You paid for the private dance right?"

"Yes."

He gets closer to you, parting your legs with his knees and standing in between them. Miguel's presence is as suffocating as the cigarette smoke stench. His face is expressionless, his dark red eyes piercing into you. He's almost like a predator, ready to pounce on you. But then a thought crosses his mind, and he smiles softly, the cold look on his face melting away, but you knew deep down it was just a show. "Is this your first time?" 

You nod yes weakly.

"Well, I suppose I should take it easy on you then. I'll go slow and only do what you want to do, deal?"

He takes you chin in his hand, a small sympathetic smile showcasing itself, maybe this isn't a facade. You feel your face flush and red under his touch and kind words. It makes you feel... wanted. But you suppose thats what all strippers want you to feel.

"Thank you...," is all you manage to croak out.

"Don't mention it. I want you to have a good time cariño, I'll go at whatever pace you're comfortable with. Are you nervous?"

You shake your head no, blatantly lying in order to look cooler than you really are. He can tell you're lying, but he decides to start slower anyways.

"If you insist, start the music Lyla."

A small hologram of a girl pops up and zaps by him, opening her mouth to say something but he gives her a dirty look, signalling her to shut up. She gives him a teasing look before laughing.

"On it Miggy~"

He rolls his eyes as the music starts, stuttering synths and 80s drums. He takes in a small breath before starting. Miguel starts by moving his hips suggestively. The slow burn of the music is reflected through his movements, not too fast but not too slow. With his body close to yours you can feel the heat emanating off of him. He leans into your ear, his breath and body feels hot.

"Just follow my lead and you'll be okay."

You nod as you watch Miguel continue to dance, his body graceful, but rigid. His hips move in time to the music, his skin gleaming with residue body glitter from other patrons. He straddles you, taking off the shirt. His eyes are dark and intense, almost like he's staring into your soul. He leans forward, his body almost touching yours but not quite. The slow heat starts to build up inside you, in your face and in your pants. 

"Can I touch you?" You ask breathlessly.

"Yes...," Miguel's voice is low and gruff, sending shivers down your spine.

He slowly moves his body fully hovering over you. His face is inches from yours, and he stares into your eyes as he guides your hands towards his shorts. He helps you remove the shorts, revealing nothing underneath. You feel any blood you have left drop straight to your crotch and feel your pants constricting tighter.

"Wow..."

"Is something wrong?"

Miguel stares intently at you, waiting for a response. His words are rough and deep, sending shivers down your spine. He leans away ever so slightly, revealing his chiseled jaw line. You find yourself biting your lip without even realizing it.

"I just didnt expect... nothing underneath."

"Thats what happens in a private dance cariño," he says in reply smirking, "And did you like that surprise?"

Miguel leans closer to you, his breath warm on your neck. You can feel his body heat and feel almost overwhelmed. You needed Miguel, you wanted to touch him even more so badly but knew that would be pushing your luck.

"You did, didn't you?"

"Yes..."

You place a shakey hand on his ass, giving it a gentle squeeze, it feels so soft and firm. This draws out a small whine from him, fake or not, you feel yourself enjoy it too well.

"You like that too?" He whispers softly.

Miguel smirks, giving you a seductive smile. His body tenses up as you squeeze his ass again, he bites his lip and almost melts at the touch, not used to such gentleness from a patron. His fingers start to trace along your chest, sending tingles up your spine. Miguel's mouth is still by your ear, his voice low and guttural.

"I can do more...if you want?"

Before you can choke out a reply, you hear a knock on the door that startles the both of you.

"Time's up!" Black Cat yells from the other side,"Unless you wanna pay~"

Miguel looks down at you, giving you a lazy smile. You want to stay so badly but... you need to go. Before things go way too far.

"S-sorry I dont want-I mean I do you werereallygreat but my friends are wait-"

He pressed a calloused finger against your lips, shushing your needless rambling. Miguel understood, in this buisness for over 5 years and he's heard and dealt with everything. This is nothing compared to anything else.

"Don't worry, I wont go anywhere~"

He says that last part almost purring, making your knees feel too weak to get up. Miguel notices and helps you to your feel, giving you a small smile. One more genuine. Before you leave you hand him several twenty dollar bills as a tip. You mutter out a "thank you" before making haste out, Black Cat stood outside the door giggling at you. Miguel pops his head out at the sound.

"What's so funny?"

"Big tipper huh? So cute~I think you got another regular lined up."

Miguel rolls his eyes before going back in the room to get dressed, but he really hopes you come back.

You make haste to the bar where your friends are still sitting, you're kind of surpised that they are even waiting for you. You take a seat, kind of flustered from the experience. They look at you eagerly waiting for a response.

"W-what?"

"Well how was it?" Miles asked with a raised brow.

"Uh-"

"The ol man probably crushed his balls," Hobie interrupts.

"What no he-"

"Hobie don't be mean! Reader, how did it go?"

"Uh..." Their eyes are staring at you, curious judgemental eyes,"It was... nice? It was new and nice... he was hot."

Miles and Gwen cringe at the thought of Miguel being described as hot, but Hobie leaned into it, happy you had some fun out of the outing. As you all leave the bar, you look back behind you, seeing if you can catch a glimpse of Miguel. You see him, but only as he is about to enter the stage.

You might have to come back soon.